THE BLACKER THE BERRY . . .
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“You know what I mean. Does she know you're going to stay?”
“Certainly.”
“But where are you going to live?”
“Here.”
“Here?”
“Yes.”
“But . . . but . . . well, what is this all about, anyhow?”
She sat up in the bed and regarded him for a moment, a light smile playing around her lips. Before she spoke she yawned; then in a cool, even tone of voice, announced “I’m going to have a baby.”
“But,” he began after a moment, “can’t you—can't you . . . ?”
“I’ve tried everything and now it’s too late. There’s nothing to do but have it.”
